People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another.
‘Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.’
I read this in Milan Kundera’s ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’
As I naïve 13 year old I believed love was just this, a quest for a soul mate, for another half. I wonder if being balanced halves is likely to lead to a successful marriage, often imbalance works better. Rather than competing for the same space you team up to offer something more.